Night 56: Entry Room

[thestormishere]

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Deserted.

Regardless, Lightning took several steps into the large room, looking about and listening intently. Most importantly though, she was also trying to get a feel for the air there. She remembered quite clearly how it had seemed her first and second nights, how someone else going through ahead of her had caused the oppressive air inside to be stirred slightly, and figured that would be the best way for her to tell if anyone had already beat her out the door.

However, that didn't seem to be the case here, and as far as she could tell without walking all the way over to it, the entrance at the other end of the room hadn't yet been opened. Taking a hasty step backward, Lightning was quick to retrace where she'd come from as soon as she was sure of the possibility being struck out--

And then the sound of static from the radio trapped in her jacket, harsh and almost deafeningly loud in the darkened silence, nearly caused the already wound-tight l'Cie a heart attack then and there. Pressing her lips together in annoyance, she moved to retrieve the thing, immediately recognizing the first voice and then...

... That was-- was that the 'head doctor?'

Now almost outright scrambling, she quickly lifted the radio to not far from her face, first bending her head so that pieces of her pale hair fell forward as she listened, then promptly shaking it back, turning her back to the wall and leaning there, determined to keep an eye on her surroundings at the same time despite her surprise.

Much of the message went right over the ex-soldier's head still, but... they were working together- not even a child could miss that. Shaking her head in disgust, she started putting the noisy device back in the jacket pocket almost before the broadcast had come to an end.

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[melodists.livejournal.com]

First Aid had done its work, but her opponents were more determined than ever as demonstrated by their individual choices. And Tear was not about to offer them success. Exactly what was so important in the outside world to fight against an Oracle Knight? What was so critical they had to risk other lives? Her staff rotated as the same circular pattern appeared, focus narrowing for one more attempt.

There existed limits to fighting two at once, particularly two with swords. Fortunately, she held a particular hymn that might slow both down, assuming that there was a need. A part of her still couldn't follow through. At the end of the day, these people were patients, languishing minds requiring treatment.

Therefore, when the man spoke, she did not brush him aside immediately. The light patterns subsided, and Tear frowned, expression heavy. "Don't be a fool," she threw back. Her attention fixed on him; the other was set to the background at least for the moment. "You may not come back if you go out there!"

[fangirlfatale.livejournal.com]

Morgan felt a twinge in her chest as Guybrush faced down the guard at her back, but she didn't have time to indulge it. The door really was locked (with Guybrush doing the checking, a double-check couldn't hurt), so she immediately got to work hammering the lock with several sharp kicks. A flicker of light made her glance back once before she quickly turned back to her work. Luckily, Guybrush was keeping the brat talking.

And one thing she said was interesting. You may not come back. "Seriously?" Morgan turned around again just long enough to stare at the girl with an expression halfway between a gape and a grin. "That's the best news I've heard since I got here." Energized by the thought, she landed one last vicious kick on the lock and broke it. The strain of bearing all her weight on the injured leg sent her stumbling forward into the door, but the door swung open, and Morgan barreled through into the night air.

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